After finishing her words, Karol fixed her gaze intently upon Yan Xing, waiting for his response.
Her eyes and brow conveyed a myriad of charming expressions.
The Thunderous Swamp was a very special existence on the Wildwind Highlands.
Previously, the Swamp Tribe's presence had been minimal. They preferred to stay in the marshes, not engaging with the three factions vying for control of the highlands, appearing quite harmless.
But then Yan Xing, bringing with him the Alchemy from the depths of the Thunderous Swamp, suddenly emerged, compelling the outside world to face this long-isolated civilization.
War?
Or peace?
The Silvermane Principality had to consider it seriously.
But under no circumstances could they allow the Thunderous Swamp to expand unrestrained.
